Francis Mosses - No, his doppleganger had gotten into the apartment complex. The foolish doorman had let him in though he couldn't blame the fool since he looked and acted just like the original Francis. Hell, maybe even better.

An eery smile painted on his tired face as he made his way into the apartment in which the original Mosses would've entered. The door clicking and instantly being met with a voice of honey calling him so sweetly.

That wasn't right

As far as he knew, Mosses didn't have any sort of room-mate; let alone a partner or potential spouse. And he sure as hell shouldn't have his stomach churn in a feeling equivlant to that of fluttering from the voice alone.

But he wouldn't let that hinder the fact that he was going to kill the person. That was until he saw a head peak around the corner and that goal was dissolved and built into a desire to hold and to touch what was before him.

Maybe he wouldn't mind being Francis for the moment if it meant he could touch the human before him.